Police knows well, impotence has its rule, in Rajiv’s blood orgy, it became a wiling tool
Felons freed for henchmen’s killing needs, but a Sikh when pleads the cop adjourns
Meticulous means, to mark homes “S”, through voters & ration lists and records of school
Congress-perfected pogrom, Rajiv’s tom-tom, played by turns, till the last Sikh burns

Six decades of decadence, thanks to Congress’s prevalence, its bootlicking to a clan imposed
On the nation, for sycophants’ gain, this dreadful collusion to remain, a miasma with profane downturns
How many more to kill to thrill, an inept dynasty, to the lust of power alas, so predisposed?
Not the last one though, many more to come, when dynasty yearns, to fill more urns, till the last Sikh burns